Poetic Babble (poem) by E T Waldron on AuthorsDen

Reviewed on December 6, 2009

You give us something to consider, Eileen. Great poem!
Sheila

Reviewed on November 29, 2009

as Paul Simon's lyrics proclaim, "a poet writes his twisted rhyme" --that would be us I suppose -- my hope is that your eyes will be good as new -- peace and love to you my dear friend -- Jon Michael

Reviewed by William Bonilla

Reviewed on November 27, 2009

an excellent write Eileen
The heart is where love is felt
the heart is the one that suffers
the pain when love is no more......
Am I babbling??....
Love & Peace be with you

William
Happy Thanksgiving

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on November 27, 2009

Wonderful and excellent poem,take care of yourself

Reviewed by JASMIN HORST SEILER

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Ma sagt ja nix, man babbelt doch bloss, is an old saying in my old hometown, meaning, one doesn't say anything , but is just babbeling away, you did that very well, tongue in cheek. I can symphatize with you my dear Eileen, another emotion, I myself have developed eye problem, a detached retina might have to be fixed, and when that happens, I shall dictate my feelings, no matter where they come from,
matter of fact it might be a good thing, with less (out) sight more time for inight would'nt you think. Anyway you are in my thoughts, and good luck. Hugs! Jasmin Horst

Reviewed by Patrick Granfors

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Babylon my dear, Babylon.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

I appreciate your philosophical musings in these verses, Eileen. Thank you. Love and best wishes,

Regis

Reviewed by Roger Ochs

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

The heart is a muscle that provides your write with strength.

Reviewed by John Bidwell

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Very much enjoyed.
Certainly my deepest wishes for smooth sailing through any medical waters.
May you soon be seeing colorful lights and hearing haunting chimes- which prod you to write again.
We gather around you like kids near Christmas.
:)

John

Reviewed by D Johnson

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

I fully support the fine art of 'babble' and you do it with finesse and grace.

Cheers and best wishes on improved health.
Dan

Reviewed by Richard Cederberg

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

I am saddened to hear of your physical struggles.
I pray all will go well chum. And lets regard 'babble'
as a babbling or gurgling of a pure stream that always
flows from your heart to the reader.
Happy holidays ...
luv r

PS ... ya gotta love Jerry's "glob of pulsating meat inside your chest" comment. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA (-:

Reviewed by Mr. Ed

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

One wonders
Does the heart
Create passion
or
Does passion
Cause the heart
To beat with love

Truly a question worth pondering, and I truly hope your eye surgery works wonders, Sis.

Reviewed by Cindy Tuttle

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Wonderful poem Eileen. I hope your eyes get better. That must make it hard to use the computer. Thanks again for another great poem.

With Love,
Cindy

Reviewed by Liana Margiva

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

BEAUTIFUL POEM!!!!!!!!!!!! Liana Margiva

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Of course it is poetic babble, Eileen. The "heart" cannot feel emotion. It can only feel physical pain, and even then it is the sensory connection from the nerves to the brain that really feel the pain, and I doubt VERY seriously if the heart has a "love" sensor so that the glob of pulsating meat inside your chest cavity is capable of feeling love. Interesting take, Eileen, and you are right on the money . . . If your surgery is or cataracts it is a simple (well! Messing with the eyes isn't exactly simple) operation. Dottie had it done a couple of years before she passed away.

Reviewed by Paul Berube

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Sounds completely logical to me, Eileen. Well done and God bless.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Without poetic babble we all have been still climbing up orange trees fighting for bananas!

Georg

Reviewed by George Carroll

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Insightful for all to ponder where love comes from.

Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Wonderful writing, Eileen, as always! Know you are ever in my prayers, and my church is praying for you, too! :) Sorry to hear you will need eye surgery; I pray and hope that all will turn out okay! May you have a very happy Thanksgiving; may it be full of love, laughter, joy, GOOD HEALTH, and above all, GOD'S BLESSINGS!!

(((HUGS))), much love, and many prayers~

As always, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D X0X0X0X0X0X0

Reviewed by Erin Kelly-Moen

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Just a lot of
Poetic babble...?

Love it, Eileen! The eyes, and the 'eye', the human and the originator, sometimes sooo hard to perceive the line. Love and hugs. You'll be fine. And fettle-ish, too!

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen

Reviewed by John Flanagan

Reviewed on November 24, 2009

Great questions, Eileen, and I like your take and where you go with this.

Eye surgery? Oh Lord, I'm so sorry you have to go through this...and this is from someone whose old orbs aren't working too well, lol!

Reviewed by TONY NERONE

Reviewed on November 23, 2009

I pray that your surgery will be a success. The Lord protects good people which you certainly are. Thank You for the as always excellent read.

GOD BLESS YOU
Tony Nerone